Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

With just one word from Zhang Yi, they would rush to join the Fuying troops.

Ma Wenzheng said, "So, the purpose of the ideological and political class is very simple. I'll tell you frankly, firstly, a unit guided by ideology will have stronger discipline and combat capabilities! Secondly, it is to establish an alien unit centered around Mr. Zhang Yi, one that is absolutely loyal to him!"

We are all adults, there is no need to hide.

At times like this, explaining it more clearly will make it easier for people to accept.

But no one spoke, because many people could speak these profound truths. If Ma Wenzheng only had these two skills, at most he could be a human loudspeaker, delivering messages for Zhang Yi and other high-ranking officials in the shelter.

Ma Wenzhen was calm and composed, he put his hands on the desk.

"Starting today, we will have a class every three days!"

"And as this alien force belongs exclusively to Mr. Zhang Yi, I will formulate a set of rules and regulations that are unique to you!"

As Marven Zheng was speaking, he clenched his right hand into a fist and placed it on his chest near his heart.

"From today on, this gesture will become the symbol of the Fukage Force! Clench your right fist over your heart and say 'For the highest glory!' Come on, everyone, follow me and do this."

Ma Wenzheng looked at everyone with encouragement.

Baili Changqing naturally placed his right fist on his chest and then looked at the thirty people.

Seeing this, everyone began to learn this move and put their right fists in front of their chests.

Ma Wenzheng said, "'Supreme' represents His Excellency Zhang Yi. From now on, you are not allowed to call him by his name. This is a sign of respect for him! Now, please follow me and shout—"

"For the highest glory!"

Ma Wenzhen's expression became much more serious, there was no smile on his face, and his voice was crisp and clear.

The sounds from below then began to rise sparsely.

"For the highest glory!"

Ma Wenzheng continued to look at everyone with an encouraging expression and shouted again: "For the highest glory!"

"For the highest glory!"

Once, twice, three times, everyone went from being embarrassed and indifferent at the beginning to raising their voices involuntarily later.

In the entire classroom, the voices of thirty-two people mixed together, full of power.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, people will involuntarily want to raise their voices to blend in with the group. Otherwise, they will appear to be out of place.

Ma Wenzheng nodded and said encouragingly, "Okay, that's great! From today on, all members of the Fuying Force must greet each other in this way when they meet!"

"We must engrave this action and this sentence in our minds!"

Xing Tian spread his hands speechlessly.

"Wait a minute!"

Everyone's eyes followed Ma Wenzhen in looking at Xing Tian.

All I saw was a speechless smile on his face.

"Ma Wenzheng..."

After noticing Baili Changqing's serious expression, Xing Tiancai changed his tone and said, "Oh no, Teacher Ma. What I want to say is that this childish routine can be treated as a ritual. But making us do such embarrassing things every day, this... is too much of a joke!"

Ma Wenzheng's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Xing Tian! Watch your words!"

Xing Tian was startled by Ma Wenzhen's sudden anger. He turned his head to look at the other students around him. Many of them were looking at him with dissatisfied expressions.

It seemed that everyone didn't like him standing out and being the first to speak out, thus disturbing everyone's high spirits.

"Don't you think this is strange?"

Ma Wenzheng took a deep breath and pointed outside. "Xing Tian! What do you think the Fuying Army is? It's the private army of the world's most powerful person, His Excellency Zhang Yi! In the future, we will stand at the top of the world and have a great reputation among the entire human race!"